Thursday, January 1, 2009

Life

The freezing hands are clinging onto the wounds of the pastTears, moan, whine;Turning against the true meaning of the storyFor a cold heart, in the vein of yourselvesMelts with a warm hug, like a frost.

There will forever be sorrow and lonelinessWith man endures searching for a sanctuary to mendTo front days into the room of happiness

Fates playEven though it makes your heart acheAnd a ray of lightMay descend from darkness for us to graspTo feel the fierce painful touchTo discern a persons warmthAs beautiful as it is miserableFor the great time is ephemeral.

it's interesting that u used 'man' in "With man endures searching for a sanctuary to mend". not bad for a free-structure poem. i like poems that rhyme tho... much funner to read. u shud write a fun delightful poem nx time! looking forward to it.

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thank you for reading my heart out and please feel free to share or comments on anything I've written. what i want in this life, is for you and for me, to be always reminded by what we will be in the life after. may He sees thru us, each day, each second.